Ok, so I'm an admitted NASCAR fan. I've watched it my whole life. I went to my first Bristol race when I was in the 4th grade. I used to be a member of the Darrell Waltrip Fan Club back in the day. I am not that devoted to any driver now. I have those I cheer for (Elliot Sadler, Tony Stewart), but more importantly I have those I cheer against (Sissy pants pretty boy, bug eyes, the Busch brothers.) I think part of what I like about this sport is the history...it is Southern through and through. It has its roots in moonshining and souped up old cars. Who can cheer aginst the #43? It's legendary, just like the man who drove it to 200 victories (Richard Petty, for those who didn't know.) The best naps are on Sunday afternoons when I can lay on the couch with the sound of the cars running in the background. It's soothing. And the wrecks, there is nothing like them. How many times did he flip? 6? 7? 8? I miss some of the old things: driver rivalries, one car teams beind successful (Alan Kulwicki), and the close contact with the drivers. Corporate America has come in and made it an expensive sport. Cars cost millions to build and maintain, and the ticket prices are ridiculous. But as long as there is racing, I suppose I'll still be going...
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No, it would be a sickness if I actually decorated my house with this stuff. There is nothing in my house or on my car that even hints to my enjoyment of the sport. Maybe I'm a closet fan...hmmm....
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